water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink (or not be in my shoe for that matter)
Eeee! There was alot of rain today, it was terribly haaaat. And in the same swift motion terribly not at the same time as it seemed to rather fill up my shoes and make it seem like a mystical journey through a swamp everytime I stepped, which while was not terribly uncool (quite the opposite acctually, it was quite snazzy really) it made my feet feel like prunes, so I took off my shoes and walked around barefooted. It was funny, because my bassplayer is scared of feet.
Oh yes, I also didn't go to school this morning at all, it was pleasant.
My mother bought me an octipus, because I had an apointment at zee hospital, it was rather terribly cool, and reminded me of the fourth grade. I really liked the fourth grade. I had a teacher called mr ridgeway, and everyday he'd wear different colored hightops and overalls, and a train conductors hat, and then he'd sing clean up songs, and I want him to father my children and such.
Yeus, and now I feel like a terrible square sitting around waiting for Natasha to be off work, so I can call her and tell her about this rather crappy piece of work I just finishded for history class about how I'd like to be a mop when I grow up.
I must say, I think I may have a love affair with zhis font, it reminds me of type writers, which also reminds me my basement is flooded, and I got scared because my typewriter looked like it was went. But then it wasn't, I nearly danced with glee, but I was in water, and I didn't really want to dance on slimy-ness, because these days it seems to be brilliant at tripping me.
Oh yes, I also didn't go to school this morning at all, it was pleasant.
My mother bought me an octipus, because I had an apointment at zee hospital, it was rather terribly cool, and reminded me of the fourth grade. I really liked the fourth grade. I had a teacher called mr ridgeway, and everyday he'd wear different colored hightops and overalls, and a train conductors hat, and then he'd sing clean up songs, and I want him to father my children and such.
Yeus, and now I feel like a terrible square sitting around waiting for Natasha to be off work, so I can call her and tell her about this rather crappy piece of work I just finishded for history class about how I'd like to be a mop when I grow up.
I must say, I think I may have a love affair with zhis font, it reminds me of type writers, which also reminds me my basement is flooded, and I got scared because my typewriter looked like it was went. But then it wasn't, I nearly danced with glee, but I was in water, and I didn't really want to dance on slimy-ness, because these days it seems to be brilliant at tripping me.